Swordsman Without a Name

White Swiftlet

"Eh, briefly. You guys are good, how am I? I don't know where the Bengcu building is" Cakra Buana said slightly.

Huang Pangcu and Li Guan laughed out loud. It seemed like the two people were very happy to prank Cakra Buana.

"You got a mouth?" ask Huang Pangcu.

"Had"

"Do you have eyes?" continue Li Guan.

"Of course,"

"Well, then why be confused? You just have to ask the people you meet on the street and see if the place that person will show you is right or not" Li Guan said, smiling innocently.

"Exactly. It should be like that. What are your eyes and mouth for when not in use? Really no?" huang Pangcu said.

"That's right," Li Guan replied with a laugh.

Cakra Buana was very upset to hear all the words of the two people before him this time.

"Damn. Not only have I slapped your face," he said very annoyed.

The two men laughed again. Even the laughter was now firmer than before.

Cakra Buana could only endure his sense of regret. After all, he was annoyed just by limited entertainment. It was possible that the young man was really upset with his two best friends. After all, Cakra Buana knew that they only wanted to test whether he was able to find the Bengcu building or not.

He took one of Huang Pangcu's wine jars that were still intact. After that he stood up and immediately turned his body.

"Where are you going?" ask Li Guan.

"You got legs?"

"Had,"

"If you have one, why don't you just follow me?"

Cakra Buana continued to step while gulping down the wine jar. Li Guan could only look at her while holding back his sense of wanting to laugh.

"Where do you think he's going?" ask Huang Pangcu.

"Where else? At most he will look for a place or if not directly look for the address of the Bengcu building," he replied with a laugh.

"Hahaha, you guys are. If I'm with you two, it's like going back to youth. In the past, I also had friends like you two. It's just that, now they are gone," Huang Pangcu said while glaring away.

The old man immediately imagined the time of his youth. Imagining moments of joking laughter with his friends, living the joy of grief together, everything suddenly flashed in his shadow.

Are memories like shadows? Always following and haunting humans until the end of life?

"Pangcu, I also want to say goodbye. There is still some business that I need to settle immediately," Li Guan told him.

"All right then. I'll wait another week you're in the Bengcu building,"

"Of course,"

Li Guan stood up and immediately stepped on his feet. I don't know where the goal is. Because of every move the young man made, it was very difficult to guess and follow.

It was as if he had not moved at all. But all kinds of information, all kinds of events on the face of the earth, surely he will not miss the news.

In this world, maybe only he could do that.

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For some reason, the young man felt that something big was going to happen. But no matter what, he could not know for sure.

Arak in the urn stayed a little leftover. His eyes began to fade. The steps are a little gontay. If someone else, maybe getting kicked a little will also collapse.

But that doesn't apply to Cakra Buana. Precisely at a time like this, his body is very sensitive to all kinds of possibilities that will occur.

Far ahead, there was a horse's footstep that ran very fast. The horse is still far away, not even at all visible. But his voice had actually arrived and echoed around the deserted streets.

The sound of horses is getting closer. Now Cakra Buana actually heard the footsteps of the horse was not just one. Like there are other horses.

After a while, he saw a brown horse running very fast towards him. The horseman seemed to deliberately speed up when he saw someone else.

The roaring sound of horses sounded deafening. Once the lyrics alone, Cakra Buana has guessed that the horse must not be an arbitrary horse. The horse is a topnotch horse that has great energy.

His body looks very big and heavy. Despite running long distances at high speed, the horse did not look tired at all.

The horse actually directly walked to the side and then immediately grazed. It looks like the animal is hungry.

A horseman turned out to be a man about fifty years old. He wears white clothes and a white robe. On his back was tucked an antique sword.

Breath snuffling. His face also depicted fear. Once he had just descended from his horse, the old man immediately hid behind the body of Cakra Buana.

"Sir who?" ask Cakra Buana astonishment.

"I'll tell you later. Now help me this old man, sir. Nine people are chasing me," said the old man while slightly frightened.

Cakra Buana was getting confused. He did not understand clearly what kind of problem was going on with that person.

The young man wanted to ask, but before he asked the question, the nine people he had spoken about just now had already arrived before him.

Dust billowing high. The clothes of Cakra Buana and the man were blown by the wind that resulted from the cessation of the horses.

Nine unknown people were already standing before him. They wear dark blue clothes. One who wears a blue headband, takes a step forward on a horse's foot.

"Sir who?" tanyanya fierce to Cakra Buana.

"Whose master?" ask the young man back.

"He asked back, instead" he said a little snapping.

"Because I don't know you myself. And I don't feel like there's a problem either,"

"Are you that guy's partner?" tanyanya pointed to the man earlier.

"Absolutely not. Even I just met and don't know who he really is,"

"You don't know who he is?" tanyanya.

Cakra Buana shook his head several times.

"Aii, he is a White Swallow who is said to be a mighty gallant swordsman. But now that he had met me, instead he did not dare to face me. Hemm, I just found out that his big name is just bullshit" he said, holding back anger.

The person behind Cakra Buana let out a cold snort.

"If you don't put poison in food, I've been beating you. How can I fight if my body is poisoned? If you really want to fight me, heal this wound first" he said, bluffing his teeth.

Cold sweat had already dripped from his forehead. His face was also a little pale. It was obvious that the man was enduring the pain.

"Hahaha, if that's what I can't grant. After all it's your own fault for not eating carefully" the person sneered.